Along the garden-path she walks serene,
Her thoughts befit the musings of a Queen;
But Queen she would not be of any land,
Unless she could full freedom fair command.
If she gave orders, they would only be
To make all men be from taxation free,
To let them live their lives in honest trade,
Nor kneel to her with souls that are afraid.
She walks, she thinks, envisions life so great
That men are proud to donate to the state—
Where Court of Light guards individual rights,
Where loved police do guard the lovely nights.
A breeze kisses her face with fresh’ning cheer;
She walketh on, whose mind is strong and clear.